The genesis of a Gangster Boyscout to an Antisocial Butterfly

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Clarity

Several years ago I was having lunch at an outdoor cafe with a girl whom I was falling for. As we rose to leave I stepped ahead of her. In a single fluid motion she slipped her finger through my belt loop and lowered her head slightly. Though never dropping her gaze directly into my eyes through her long wavy red hair. Suddenly the sun shone brighter, colors were crisper and my lungs filled with a deep sense of brimming pride in a knowledge that
I’d suddenly found a piece of my life’s puzzle.